milk and honey

How have I lived this long without knowing the greatness that is the sardine?

Long day…

While reading Annie Dillard, I wondered if she and Fred Buechner ever hung out. What a mystical/concrete pair. Some Googling might come up with the facts. But, it seems more respectful to both of them to let the possibility hang without a definite answer.

What explains my not having read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek SOMETIME in the 50 years since it was published?! Nevermind. I’m fixing that now, and am blown away.

Coreopsis doing their thing; purple salvia spikes in the background.

Nicolas de Staël, 1954

BOSWELL. Sir Alexander Dick tells me, that he remembers having a thousand people in a year to dine at his house ...

JOHNSON. That, Sir, is about three a day.

BOSWELL. How your statement lessens the idea.

JOHNSON. That, Sir, is the good of counting. It brings every thing to a certainty, which before floated in the mind indefinitely.